This old man had finally come into his own! Ha-ha!
"Everyone, get him together! He's only one man—two fists can't beat four hands!" The White-collar Man wiped his face with his hand, his mouth stained with blood.
The T-shirt Man slid two hiltless blades from his hands, his gaze icy. "Kill him. I'll deal with the traces, and then we'll leave the subway as fast as possible!"
The White-collar Man nodded and roared. His bulging, muscular body rolled toward the Foreign Monk once more.
The T-shirt Man, meanwhile, flickered in and out of sight behind the White-collar Man like a vengeful spirit. But compared to the White-collar Man, he was even more dangerous. The hiltless blade in his hand was like a venomous snake's fang—once it showed itself, it would claim a life!
"Come on!" the Foreign Monk laughed heartily.
Two minutes later.
The White-collar Man lay crookedly on the ground, all four limbs twisted unnaturally. His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were dull.
The Foreign Monk had pinned the T-shirt Man against the wall, pounding his face again and again with a massive fist. His face was likewise covered in blood, and his eyes were vacant.
"Your Grandpa has at least reached the First-Grade Sixth-Aperture Dragon Gate Leap realm. You two little bean sprouts who haven't even completed Foundation Establishment actually thought you could fight me head-on?!" The Foreign Monk threw the T-shirt Man to the ground and casually plucked the bone magical artifact from his body.
The First-Grade Sixth-Aperture realm was called the Dragon Gate Leap, taking its meaning from a fish leaping over the Dragon Gate. Once one leaped over it, the power of Blood Qi within the body could be transformed from formlessness into substance and gathered into true qi, allowing